F U C K E D U P C O L L E G E K I D S
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A method to convey images, ideas, and obversations. Explore
experiences while not giving away the statictics. Composing words to
give a display, while not giving away the true idenity. Or is it that
it is so bare and detailed and raw, that no one can even comprehend
the true matter and therefore decides it is an abstract form of
expressionism?
Kamira
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Slave
Poetry Frees the Soul,
So that my words,
Can then enslave you,
To that which is yourself,
And who shall free you then?
Only the one that enslaved you,
which brings us to this,
was it my words or your mind,
that made this so.
If it where my words I would but speak,
and in freeing you enslave you once again,
If it was you that allowed this,
Why would you want to be free.
The Mo-Man
Suicide
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Sorrowful morning
Missing moment
Caught somewhere in time
Rain drops falling
Staring through the eyes of another
Feeling nothing
Can't stand this life
Blood drips from the knife
The sound of sirens
Voices are shoutin
The world starts to fade
Until theres nothing
-Shadow Wolf
Elements
Fire turns the trees to dust,
but trees will grow again.
Floods will wash the roots away,
but roots will still descend.
The fires, they burn at my face,
my roots are torn apart.
My soul if filled with agnoy,
that tears into my heart.
Deface, defile,
my life on trial,
but I can still defend.
The lies are truth,
they are my roots,
too bad it's all pretend.
levi
Vines Grew
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Vines had swirled outward,
reaching upward, entangling me.
Grabbing hold of my body
not to mention my mind.
Little did I know,
they'd grow as they showed.
Letting them overgrow,
shutting out the light.
- Kamira
August 10, 2000
setback
i feel
this hurt alone
gentle charisma lost on yesterday
sentinel of truth
spat on and kicked
belief in purity stumbles on
a bit of trouble gained from each triumph
mea_culpa
I search the depths for insight
when the world is black, closing in tight
not a mumor, i can't find vision
only anoid at my indision
where to go next, what to do?
I hear a word or whisper from you
my life has meaning yet again
you make me smile, avoiding pain
thank you my friend so wise
hidding away in your disguise.
blaise.
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